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In the quiet of her room, she teases her feet out of their cotton prison, one at a time. Her pink, delicate toes curl and stretch, exploring the freedom of being bare. She runs her hands over her soles, feeling the arch, the heel, the ball of her foot. She knows the power of her feet, the pleasure they can bring. She wiggles them, inviting, ready to show off, to worship her feet in all their glory.